I am awake early to see the sky lighten and hear the first bird chirp.
I wake entranced with silence, with making it more audible somehow.
I am reading Bernard Moitessier's book, The Long Way, about his solo sea voyage around the three great Capes of Good Hope, Leeuwin and the Horn. He was winning the race after passing the three capes, and then decided to forfeit the race and continue on into the Pacific again.
Right now I am with him after passing the Cape of Good Hope and heading toward Leeuwin. The birds are his friends.
"So one forgets oneself, one forgets everything, seeing only the play of the boat with the sea, the play of the sea around the boat, leaving aside everything not essential to the game in the immediate present. One has to be careful though, not to go further than necessary to the depths of the game. And that is the hard part ... not going too far."
This morning I consider lists. We make lists these days and he certainly must have made a great many lists to prepare for a sea voyage where he would not touch land for a year, and yet, there is a place to let them all go. Perhaps, rocking on a boat more easily allows that. May we each find our own place today to settle for a time and rock and be rocked on this swirling planet, our home. The sunlight just hit the top of the hill. Ah, awe! My heart lifts on the light!